Zyausak answered casually, finally pulling his gaze from the flowers towards Meesei and Lunise. "Oh, well, we have the Eye of Magnus here, which is far more dangerous on its own than the Staff. But, if the Staff were to be used on the Eye, that could prove even [i]more[/i] dangerous for the Aurbis. If the Staff were to be kept in the same place as the Eye, that would only increase the likelihood of it being used, even if it were being held in as secure a place as Artaeum. Relics have been stolen before, and one would only need to take a walk through the Traitor's Vault on the other side of the island to see that Psijics have...misbehaved before. I simply believe it best that the Staff be kept far from the Eye. Granted, I could construct and seal it away in a protected quasi-plane...but I doubt the Staff would tolerate being isolated for more than a century or so. Even I could not countermand its will indefinitely. Besides which, it will be more useful to you."

Even Meesei could not keep up entirely with Zyausak's explanation. He referred to events and concepts that she had no way of knowing, but at the very least, she could understand his intention. "I cannot admit to understanding everything you say...but I shall not object to holding on to the Staff. As for here and now, though, I suppose I should not keep you waiting any longer. You mentioned back in your quarters that you had something you wanted to tell us, and I do not want to be rude and make you delay any longer, especially with how courteous you have been to us."

With a rather sudden shift to his demeanor, Zyausak had some nervousness of his own show through. "Oh, well, I um, wouldn't call it rude, or anything. I am in no hurry, but...I really should just come out and say it. I know someone in Tamriel who may have the expertise required to help you with this matter of your soul. An old friend of mine."

Meesei had a feeling there was more to this than it first seemed, as having a friend who could help them would be quite a strange thing to be nervous about, unless there was some sort of complication. Nevertheless, Meesei did not let on to her own concerns. "I would certainly appreciate any help I could get. Is this person someone who would be difficult for us to contact?"

"Um, no, not at all. You, well...actually already know her." Zyausak answered, rubbing his hand along the side of his neck. "Yeah...as you can probably guess, it was not coincidence or boredom that made me take an interest in you two. I suppose I did have my own motives. I wanted to mention this before, ask you about her and how she is doing, but I felt you had other things you needed to worry about. She used to be a close friend to me. We were born in the same place, around the same time, as slaves in the Ayleid city of Silyanorn, now known as Stormhold..."